Bibleproject Samuel Novels & Stories

"You don't need to do it alone. I used to come to you in the middle of the night and protect you from the angry voices of your parents fighting. Let me do that again for you now. Let me protect you from your voices, telling you that you are not enough. You are enough, Samantha. You always have been. You have nothing to prove. I don't want you to hate yourself because of this. I want to make this work, and it will work, my love. You just have to trust in it, in us. We can face anything we put our minds to." Sam rests her head on my shoulder and takes my head, and rests it on her belly. I can't hear the baby. But I know it's there. "Hello, little one, this is your daddy. I can't wait to meet y

she spoke her words as I went In dilemma. I took towards her few more steps as I looked at her with confusion filled up to down in me. "What do you mean??? By samuel? And what do you mean by dont look like that arw you justifying what you did?? Beacsue you feel guilty yourself Hayl?? And what do you mwan by Samuel. Samuel was akwasy a jerk. But he is not that petty. So what the fuck do you mean"

That man had my undivided attention. 'I'm sure he did.' He shook his head, smiling. 'Okay, well seeing as you were otherwise occupied during Bible class, I'll fill you in. So, the story goes that on the night before the great Battle of Gilboa, Saul, the first King of Israel, was so desperate to learn his fate that he sought out a witch in Endor in Galilee, despite having made witchcraft an offence punishable by death. He assured the witch that no harm would come to her and she conjured the spirit of Samuel, a prophet who, before he died, had been the one to anoint Saul and bring him to power. The prophet's spirit berated the King for disobeying God's instructions by seeking out a witch and t

Samuel grimaced, "Shut up and do your job." Letitia was too lazy to communicate with him and took the opportunity to walk away. "Hey, don't go too far, it's so gloomy, you..." "Don't you talk like that!" The two voices overlapped, as if they were covering something up. Samuel flinched for a moment, silence fell only to hear a muffled sound, 'boom' Samuel: "......" It was thunder. Samuel laughed, what a contemporary prophet, "See, I told you, it's going to rain when it's this gloomy."

“Yes. His wife has given birth to a son and wants to make this day memorable as they have prayed a lot for this child.” “Oh, like Hannah and Elkanah,” I smile, remembering the woman who gave birth to a great prophet like Samuel. “Like Abraham and Sarah,” he corrects, surprising me as he adds, “They are a very old couple.” “My goodness! That’s so beautiful. May God bless that child and his parents.” “Amen.” “Aman.” I blink.

Dad really has some reputation over here, I noted. "You may leave the boy to us, you are a man of great responsibility in this town and I wouldn't want to keep you any longer here" he added "then I owe you a beer" uncle stark smiled " have a great day Sam" he patted my shoulders then left "Samael Phantom" the principal scanned my report his eyes constricting in each progression. I felt myself swallow a huge gulp of saliva. " sir" I said respectfully "senior year.....you have quite a reputation for yourself" he said seriously

asked, as i leaned closer and cearfully listened to calebs response, ''Yes! This as to work'' . ''Okay, but i do not think acting like a jerk will make sarah hate you and the moon godess have her unmated from you'' The voice talking to claeb said. Was caleb acting his way because of me?. I thought so much while my hand slipped and i accidentially pushed the door opened and got caught. ''Sarah, what are you doing here, did you follow me?' The expression on his face showed fear, he was so stuned that i could see him trying to hide the face of the person he was talking to. Meanwhile, the one caleb was trying to conseal his face from me, moved away from staying behind. ''Good day sarah, nice to

She said then turned around and flipped her hair. ***** 1 Samuel 2:3 “Boast no more so very proudly, Do not let arrogance come out of your mouth; For the Lord is a God of knowledge, And with Him actions are weighed.

Abigail squeezed my hand as Pastor Gideon continued, “and thanks to my dear Samuel, we can find them and cleanse them from their sins, everyone who is suspected of witchcraft will be tested." "Samuel was gravely injured recently, hexed by witches, which Is why he is not attending today, I have given him permission to take leave today, our lovely healer Abigail," he paused as he gestured to Abigail who silently nodded her head in acknowledgement, “Is tending to his wounds and he should be up and about in no time.” This man loved to hear his own voice. He went on forever. At some point I zoned out and when someone grabbed my hand, I almost jumped out of my skin.

Marcus continues, “Samuel also had a deep love for music. Before he took the throne, he used to play the violin. It was rare to see him without one in his chambers. He would compose his own melodies, sometimes soft and haunting, sometimes fierce and untamed, just like his spirit. The last time I ever heard him play was after his mate died. He never touched it again after that.” A lump forms in my throat. I imagine a man, broken and grieving, unable to bear the sound of something that once brought him peace. We continue talking, the stories flowing between us like water. Marcus tells me about the time my father raced his best warriors through the mountains just to prove he was still the faste